Time will tell whether the capsule’s cache is of any legit worth or cultural significance. I am an Anderson, but know not a lick of Norwegian. With no captions, I was completely lost during the grand opening. But from the looks of it it seems the package was stuffed with your typical message-to-the-future fare – newspaper clippings, some fancy-looking scarf things, yellowed and handwritten documents, and what look like Moleskin journals. Color me unimpressed? I dunno.
The whole thing was carried out with extreme care, though. I’ll give ‘em that. Just look at the revealer’s Mickey Mouse gloves.
In other news, I’ll be throwing a time capsule party in the near future. You’re invited.
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